Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.